Blurt

We have to hold still. To take care. To look at each other. To remember what we’ve never quite understood: the value of one another. Which we’ve never really comprehended, nor, finally, are we quite able to.

I suggest the exercise: Pretend-Everything-Depends-On-It, that is, on The Other, i.e. even within yourself. See how far it goes, if it chances to keep you alive, or defends the rights of another, imaginary or not.

Luckily, the always perhaps. Perhaps, to a point. To the point – what is possible – tell me who might be the one deciding that? (or the many?). I’m listening. This is where God lies. The possible. Irreducible without end, fortunately. And how.

Go on then, practice, live, throw yourself into it – see what becomes. At least you will. Forget about it! There’s always until. What has that to do with us? Very little, finally, it’s something we will never experience, we cannot process or reflect upon. So get to it now, then. That’s all I’m saying. Pretend, provoke, prevent and process. There’s nothing to it.